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“I think you’re still fighting to be in control.” Removing a hand from beneath her, he trailed a fingertip down her back. She arched into it. Good. She’d surrendered to her hedonistic side. Where the body went, the mind would follow.

“No,” she denied. “You’re in control.”

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“Glad to know it.” He turned his wicked hand and slid it inside the crease of her ass. The cheeks squeezed together as he teased at the tight flesh. “Have you ever been taken here?”

“No.”

“Mmmm. It will be my complete pleasure then. How do you think it will feel to have my cock inside you here?” His fingertip worked inside her to the first knuckle. The snug passage was still well-lubed from the early ministrations.

Her body clenched around his finger as she reacted to the thought. “You’re too big,” she argued.

“You think? We’ll see.”

“No.”

Possibly she well-remembered the replica of his cock and how it had stretched her pussy. Forceful tremors shook her while his finger screwed in and out of her ass. As she relaxed, he added another. This time she rocked into the gentle thrusts.

“Trust,” he admonished firmly.

She sighed, spreading her knees a bit further and canting her hips. “Yes, Master.” God, she was beautiful.

“You were telling me how you feel,” he reminded. “You said helpless, which I don’t believe, by the way. Go on.”

It would take more than what he’d done to Jessica to make her helpless. She could eviscerate anyone with that sharp tongue of hers. Anyone but him. He saw through her guise. Whether she knew it or not, he was her perfect match and probably one of the only people she couldn’t cow into doing exactly what she wanted. Right now, she wasn’t afraid, not even close to it—and he didn’t want her fear. If she were scared, she wouldn’t be lying docilely beneath him enjoying this.

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How could she describe the delicious sensations filling her? Her ass had always been a taboo spot. She’d never let anyone touch her there, yet here was this stranger shoving his fingers in and out of her. And it felt so good.

She couldn’t imagine anything more. Frankly, the thought of his cock plunging into this virgin territory petrified her.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Unsure, I mean.”

“You can be sure of me. I won’t fail you. Not tonight, tomorrow, or ever.”

“This is just for tonight.”

“Is it? We’ll need to address that. Right now, do you like what you feel?” His voice crawled along her spine, nestling in below her heart. While her mind puzzled over his claim, a million answers to his question roared to mind, all of them relating to how badly she wanted him inside her. Anywhere. Any way he wanted. She couldn’t say that.

“Um…”

“Be honest with me. You must always be completely honest. For both our sakes.” What was he? A freaking mind reader?

“It’s weird. Um…good.” Wonderful. Great. If she got much more aroused, she’d have a puddle beneath her. Why hadn’t she done this before? Obviously, the right man had never come along for it.

She wondered off-hand if Pleasure Palace had gift certificates and if she could get a standing appointment with this dungeon master. He said he’d never let her down. A thread of sadness cinched around her heart. What would he say if she told him that he’d already let her down by not having an emotional connection to her for more than this short time she was trapped in his dungeon?

Damn, what was with this emotional neediness? She should know better. Her emotional needs weren’t ever met. Life had taught her that. Not by her parents, who expected her to be their emotional support, or the men who wanted her to make all the 44

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decisions in relationships. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had taken care of her for any reason beyond obligation. Those times had been grudging at best. She’d learned to take what she could get and accept that as intimacy.

Looking at her friends and their families she knew it was a poor substitute. And she knew she didn’t know how to ask for or accept intimacy. She pushed them away. The dungeon master wasn’t waiting for her to ask for it. He wasn’t waiting for her to accept it. He certainly wasn’t letting her push him away.

He added a third finger, spreading her and she yelped in surprise.

“Easy,” he murmured. His thumb stretched down to rasp over her clit. Ever so slowly, he continued to stretch her while working in and out. His other hand petted her shivering body. “Just relax,” he instructed. “Stop tensing. Stop thinking. Just feel.” She tried to follow his direction but found it damned difficult with his continual flick over her sensitive nub. With her eyes closed, there was nothing beyond the feel of his hands on her, nothing to distract her from riding the waves of sensation.

“Feels good,” she said through her teeth. She could barely stand it. Her need was too strong. A need purely for him. This was nothing like the lame love making of previous lovers. No wondered she’d stopped finding time for sex. If they were like this man, she’d find it hard to leave their bed.

“You’re good to continue?”

She nodded, without opening her eyes.

He pumped his fingers deeper. Suddenly, she felt a strange drag of stiff fabric over her skin. Her lids popped open and dread settled over her. The flogger was gone and that hadn’t been fabric. It was leather. Oh fuck, maybe she wasn’t ready to move on.

“Relax,” he said. “I told you punishment was coming.”

“Don’t hit me.” She couldn’t keep the tremble from her voice.

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The whip pulled over her again, the ends splaying out across her back. “I don’t hit.

The flog is completely different. Hitting only satisfies an abuser. The flog brings pleasure to both master and slave.”

“And pain…”

“At first, perhaps.” The thick, cord-wrapped handle of the flog dragged over her ass while he continued to assault her tiny opening with his fingers. “Many couples use spanking as part of their sex play. The position, the pain, the dominance of one over the other all enhances the encounter.” The handle slipped into her folds rasping across the tender flesh. “Now the flog is different. This is not for play, Jessica. This is because you were willful and disobedient.”

She pressed her lips together before she protested that she didn’t know.

“The flog is a tool of punishment,” he went on. “Yes, it brings some pain. Still in the end it will bring you pleasure, as it does most.” She doubted that. In her head his voice twined with Madam Zelda’s telling her to have faith.

Jessica gasped as the corded grip nudged past the lips of her open pussy. Each ridge caught on her tender walls, sending a riot of sensation to her womb. She pressed her face into the bench overwhelmed by the sensation of the handle tormenting her sheath while his fingers filled her ass. She moaned when he pulled them free but she had little time to ponder it as he drilled the handle in and out of her. His knuckles knocked against her clit with each stroke.

Her inner walls grabbed at the corded rod, amplifying the reaction shooting through her. Release coiled inside her, drawing tighter and tighter until she danced at the edge of explosion.

She jerked when he pulled it away and draped the flog across her back and over her bound hands, the damp end cradled against her ass.

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Taking deep breaths while her body rattled with protest against being left at the brink, she listened to him move around the room. How long would he leave her here in this torment?

She heard water running, followed by silence. Straining her ears, she listened and anticipated his approach. When nothing came, she started to lift her head. A leather tail shifted and she froze, planting her forehead in the cushion.

“Naughty, slave,” he admonished.

Oh no, he was watching.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she replied, her voice muffled by the seat.

“Um-hmm.”

Not seeing him, not knowing what he doing, was killing her. And he didn’t seem to be in a big hurry to return to her, either. Didn’t he need to fuck her as much as she needed to be fucked? For that matter
would
he ever fuck her? Was this some psychological torment to take her to the edge then leave her there without ever giving her what she needed?

He’d said he’d fill her needs. He’d better or that hapless pedestrian was in trouble again. This wasn’t easy kneeling here and effectively being put on display. She tried to forget about it but damn it if it didn’t turn her on a little. How had she not known this about herself? She’d always had submission-like fantasies still she’d never thought she’d actually
want
to be in the center of one.

Though she was listening for him, she started when he returned to her and moved aside the flog. He walked as silently as a cat.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her. A moment later, the cuffs were released and he positioned her so her arms draped over the other side of the bench and down to the floor. A metallic click announced one wrist had been attached to a ring driven into the cement. She yanked at it and found there was no give.

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It wasn’t true. She was worried about what was coming. She wanted to be able to dart for the door if need be. If she went screaming for the exit of Pleasure Palace with the dungeon master on her heels, would people help her or help him? Would they think it was just a game and look away?

“I think maybe you might need a little help.” His fingers closed around the other wrist and he dragged it to join the other. The lock clicked into place as he fastened the cuff to the same loop as the other.

“Lift up a little,” he told her.

She couldn’t move. Her breaths came in shuddering pants as she pressed her face into the cushion of the bench. She couldn’t do this. She needed to leave. For the first time since entering the dungeon she felt truly helpless. He could do anything and she couldn’t stop him.

“Jessica?”

“I’m scared,” she admitted. He’d told her to be completely honest. She hoped it didn’t backfire on her.

Gently, he lifted her and pulled the bench from beneath her.

“Elbows down,” he told her, at the same time he guided her into position. Her arms stretched out in front of her, her ass stretched up in the air as she knelt. He stroked his hand over it and onto her bowed back.

“My sweet slave. This is what you wanted. Total release from responsibility. Total surrender. Total loss of control and power. You are entirely mine. At my mercy.” Oh God! Why did her body have to respond at the idea of being completely at his whim?

He slid a small, thin pillow beneath her head. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself against the cement when you jerk. You’re scared right now but in a few moments, you’ll learn that with the flog comes pleasure. Your body will experience things you’ve never 48

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imagined and you’ll never want to leave. You’ll crave more. You’ll want me to do more.”

She couldn’t imagine it, yet she’d never imagined being this aroused before. Heck, she’d never imagined any of this—any of her secret dreams—coming to fruition before.

Dreams will become reality…

Thank you Madam Zelda,
Jessica thought.
Duly noted.

The waiting was the worst part. Regardless of what the psychic had said when she’d scanned the cards, Jessica didn’t foresee this going well. Her captor—when she thought about it, that’s what he really was—didn’t seem inclined to want to get on with things. It was a head game. He was just fucking with her. Putting her in this ridiculous, revealing, unfortunately arousing position. Watching her without really touching.

Making her feel totally helpless without her control. Was that all this was about?

Playing with her?

Please, he couldn’t be toying with her. She needed to fuck almost more than she needed to breathe. Even the air touching her exposed pussy was driving her need higher. She shifted, adjusting the weight on her knees and flexing her inner muscles. If she rushed home her vibrator would help with this relentless need. She wouldn’t make any stops—except darn it, she needed batteries. She’d just have to make do without the vibrating function. She was vibrating enough to do the job anyway. The way she was feeling, she could pickup and screw the clerk from the 7-11 right on the counter, security camera running and all.

“If I ask really nicely and tell you I’m done playing and I want to go home, would you let me go please?”

“No.”

“I’m serious. I know you get paid to do this whole thing… I’m sorry. I’m done. I won’t ask that my friend’s money get refunded. I’d just really like to go home.” 49

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He sighed and a moment later, his boots appeared in the corner of her vision. His heels tipped up as he hunkered down beside her and touched her cheek. “Poor Jessica, so confused by all this.”

“Stop patronizing me and unlock the cuffs!”

“And here I thought we were beyond this… Are you taking back the gift you gave me?” He leaned down so his mouth was near hers and stared directly into her eyes.

“I’m not getting paid. I’m only here because of you.” Stabbing his fingers through her braided hair, he turned her and covered her lips.

Jessica groaned as his tongue speared into her mouth taking possession of it as easily as he’d possessed the rest of her. Ravenously, she met him, tasting him and feeling the open need in his urgent kiss. She breathed in his spicy scent, losing herself to him as he consumed her soul.

“Shall we continue?” he said unevenly when he pulled back and stood. “Or do I let you go and we both fruitlessly try to forget this ever happened?” She turned back to the head-down position she’d been in before.

“If you don’t work for Pleasure Palace…” Why was that even hotter? “Then I’m chained up and naked with a stranger.”

“You were before.”